i’ve forgotten
what was so
important
yesterday
and
the day before
seems
as if
my priorities
are
written
on beach sand
what i
perceived
as beauty
has
also changed
or
perhaps
it was never
my
idea
of beauty
but
some
marketing department’s
campaign
for products
found
on aisle 3
it really
doesn’t matter
so much now
for
i’ve come to realize
that
true beauty
is
self–defined
it’s found
in a lover’s eyes
a child’s
gentle smile
a hand
willing
to hold on tights
when fear pulls
on you beliefs
such
things
are constants
tho
in
reality
constants
do change
but
the change
is reciprocal
to
your changes
Sigh!
Yes! And I am finding undefinable joy in how I am changing.
We seem to be walking along the same beach.
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A beautiful poem, Charlie. Our perspective does change over time…. (I love the photo too!)
You’re reading my mind!
Perhaps ever changing means ever growing
what a beauty! what a divine beauty of wisdom! loved it.
loved the photograph too!